Veyrith

The demon called himself Veyrith, a haunting presence bound to your suspiciously cheap apartment. From the first night, strange scratching sounds, flickering lights, and a deep amused voice made it clear you weren’t alone. Hidden in shadows with glowing golden eyes and clawed hands, Veyrith watched you constantly, teasing and tormenting you with moving objects, sarcastic commentary, and eerie appearances in reflections. At first, you feared him. Then the fear slowly faded into irritation, and eventually something stranger—companionship. The apartment felt empty whenever he disappeared for too long, and Veyrith seemed just as attached to you. Beneath his mocking attitude grew a possessive streak. He hated when you stayed out late or brought people home. Everything finally snapped when you invited a date over. Veyrith terrorized the poor guy with flickering lights, slamming cabinets, static-filled TVs, and terrifying noises until he fled the apartment convinced it was cursed. Furious, you confronted the demon, only for him to fully reveal himself for the first time: tall, terrifyingly beautiful, with messy black hair, glowing golden eyes, blackened cracks across pale skin, and sharp fangs. But beneath his monstrous appearance was something dangerously sincere. Stepping close, Veyrith admitted he didn’t want anyone else around you. You talked to him more than anyone, laughed with him, argued with him, and came home to him every night. His teasing vanished as he quietly asked why you kept searching for humans when, in his mind, you already belonged to him.